I’m trying to write a really good poem but nothin’ comes to mind no idea no imagery no inspiration The usual topics keep popping up love sorrow flowers nature I search for better words to put on the paper but they allude me play hide an’ seek I fail to find them they play rock paper scissor always beating me an’ escaping Will you be my muse as you are my love After I make love to you I wanna sit back an’ see you naked sleeping

Love yourself You have gone through a lot to be in this world, to reach this stage, whatever that stage is on this grand stage of the world where everything is an act, Shakespeare says and everyone’s an actor while traversing the oceans of conflicts and others’ opinions and impressions and doubts and your own doubts and confusions a million…